2nd Home
30 May, 2004
Author: Ben Franklin
My 2nd home,
full of dreams and hope,
this place makes me feel high,
i dont need to smoke.
if You let me in your mind,
i will let you in mine,
come and play on the moon with me,
or have a picnic on mars,
or we could ride in my flying car,
or i can pick you out your own privite star.
We could hold hands and cry tears of joy?
be there for each other,
no one will suffer.
ive found a place where i can do all this,
and its right here.
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